Saving Savannah - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 20
The voice had stopped talking, so I couldn’t identify it. But the hand grasping mine pulled me forward, blindly, as the rest of my senses struggled to make up for my lack of sight.
“The living room,” I guessed, with a giggle. “Obviously.”
The hand that led me moved to my back, pushing me gently forward. I felt the arm of the couch beneath my stomach. The hand kept pressing me forward, bending me at the waist. A knee nudged its way between mine, spreading my legs.
“Oh…” I chuckled softly. “Okay.”
Two hands lifted my skirt. They smoothed their way over my thong-covered ass, then slid back down taking my panties with them.
Won’t be needing those tonight, I guess.
I wouldn’t of course. I just didn’t expect to lose them so… quickly.
“Hmmm…” I said. “If I had to guess, I think—”
“Shhhh…”
A pair of lips brushed my ass, planting soft kisses all along my heated skin. A hand slid its way between my legs, where I was already slick with anticipation. A moment later, a pair of fingers delved wetly inside.
“Oh…. Okayyy…”
I exhaled slowly, resigned to enjoy it. To just roll with the mystery for now, and take in the exquisite sensations of being pleasured — at least orally — from behind.
Mmmmmm…
Two hands spread my cheeks, as a warm tongue fluttered against my folds. I could feel my lover pushing his way in. Devouring me feverishly while working his fingers in and out of my pussy, as I found one of the couch pillows and placed it beneath my head.
I could come just like this.
There was something intrinsically hot about being worshiped by a strange, yet familiar tongue. To be unsure about who it was back there, but to enjoy that anonymity in the most wicked of ways.
I was panting. Squirming. Thrusting my ass backward, against my lover’s stubbled face. And then suddenly he was standing, gripping me from behind. I heard the sound of a belt buckle, followed by the almost noiseless rasp of fabric hitting the floor.
He entered me gently but insistently, filling me in one long, confident stroke. I heard a hiss of satisfaction. A sharp intake of air, as he flexed his fingers and began screwing me with gyrating, rhythmic thrusts.
“Erik.”
The hiss turned into a grumble, followed by a series of low curse words. I laughed out loud, as he continued dogging me deliciously.
“How the hell did you know?”
“Your hands,” I said, enjoying the ride. “Zane and Roman grab my hips, but you like my ass too much. The second your fingers dug in there, I knew.”
He continued pumping me for a while, even though he’d lost the round. Which, according to the ‘rules’ the guys had come up with, meant he had to pass me on to my next mystery lover… and the next room of our beautiful new home.
Oh, what a difference a year makes.
“I’ll be back,” said Erik, in his best Terminator-esque voice. Reluctantly — for the both of us — he withdrew.
I used the arm of the couch to right myself, and felt Erik take me by the arms. He spun me around several times in a circle, like pin the tail on the donkey, then led me dizzily in some random direction… only to pass me off to the next set of hands.
“She’s all yours, man,” he grunted. “For now.”
My second lover took me across an open expanse, turning me this way and that. Probably leading me in circles, I realized. To fool me into not knowing where we were going next.
But the second I felt the tiled floor beneath my feet, it was all over.
“Kitchen,” I giggled. “Or wait… bathroom?” I raised my arms and extended them as far as they would go, fingertips and all. “No,” I corrected myself. “Definitely the kitchen.”
My latest boyfriend responded my nibbling my ear, or at least the part of it still exposed beneath the blindfold. A wave of goosebumps rippled through me, as he began positioning me backwards… and right onto something firm yet high.
I could feel pillows beneath my back. Covered by blankets, most likely. My legs went up, the backs of my knees sliding over a pair of warm, hard shoulders. And that’s when I knew I was about to be fucked on our kitchen table.
Damn, this is more fun than I thought.
It was Erik’s idea; that we christen the new house by the guys screwing me in every single room. Roman added the suggestion that we do it all in one night. The blindfold — and guessing game part — came from Zane.
I, of course, had zero objections.
We’d closed last week, on a big, beautiful property just outside of town. Earlier in the day, we’d finally moved in. It went exceptionally well, considering I had three professional college hunks to carry everything heavy. But it also went quickly because we brought very little in the way of our past lives with us.
Unanimously, we decided on the freshest of all possible starts.
And now here I was, lying on my back on our new kitchen table. Waiting for that first blissful push as a new mystery lover entered my eager body…
Only I felt the warmth of a wet mouth closing over my nipple instead.
“The rules didn’t say we couldn’t assist each other,” Erik murmured, tugging me gently between his lips.
I exhaled dreamily, sifting my fingers through his hair.
“No complaints here…” I breathed.
Down below, my next lover was preparing me with his own hot mouth. He licked and sucked for a while, teasing me with his fingertips, fluttering over my clit. The technique was a new one, and I realized he was trying to throw me off. I waited until he stood up, and began dragging the head of his cock through my channel. Then screwed my hips down and impaled myself on him.
“Roman.”
I heard Erik laugh around my nipple. It was all the confirmation I needed.
“Lucky guess,” Roman’s voice lamented. “Plus, you had a fifty-fifty shot.”
“Maybe…” I groaned, as he bottomed out inside me. “Maybe n—”
Words seemed abruptly unimportant, in the wake of being taken so deeply and beautifully. I was rocking back and forth on our kitchen table. Penetrated blindly, but one of the thickest and hardest cocks I’d ever imagined would be all mine…
And I had three of them.
“Next room man,” said Erik. “You know the rules.”
Erik flicked my nipple playfully as he disappeared. I could encounter him next, or it could be Zane. Again, fifty-fifty. It was up to me to decide.
“You feel fucking amazing,” Roman breathed. “You know that?”
I let out a whimper and nodded, savoring the depths of his thrusts. When he kissed me I jumped a little, not seeing or expecting the contact. But I kissed him back. As deeply and passionately as I’d ever kissed any of them before.
“You’re breaking the rules,” I chuckled into his mouth. “No kissing, remember? Too identifiable.”
“Yeah well my cover’s already been blown,” laughed Roman. “And your lips look fantastic painted red like that. Especially with the blindfold.”
He kissed me some more, and it was all I could do not to wrap my legs around him. I wanted to pull him back. Keep him inside me until he totally lost it, and have him fill me with his cream…
Someone cleared their throat a few rooms away, and Roman sighed. He lifted me to my feet, keeping himself inside me until the last possible moment before spinning me slowly in a circle.
“Blindfold good?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? I don’t want the others winning because you cheated.”
I frowned mid-spin. “Would I ever do that?” I asked innocently.
He slapped me on the ass — hard — and I jumped into the arms of someone else. I wasn’t allowed to feel those arms, though. Too much touching, on my part anyway, was strictly against the rules.
“Good luck,” Roman whispered into my ear. He gave me a parting kiss on the neck that sent a shudder of excitement down the whole right side of my body. “See you soon.”
It went on like this for the better part of what seemed like an hour, although with the blindfold on it was impossible to tell. I was passed back and forth between. Spun until dizzy and then fucked nearly senseless, in every nook and cranny of our cute little home.
Erik bent me over one of the machines in the laundry room. Zane took me in the coat closet. Roman screwed me standing up in the downstairs bath, nearly bringing me off until I was forced to take a guess.
I knew them too well, though. Over the past year of living and loving them, I knew every one of their tricks. We’d spent so much time in and out of bed that I’d memorized every curve of their hard, muscular bodies. I knew who like to thrust fast, who liked to go slow. Which one of them rotated their hips whenever grinding me deep, and always in counter-clockwise circles, too.
Eventually I was thrown over a hard shoulder and carried up the stairs, where I was made love to in all three bedrooms, one by one. The master suite was last. And according to the rules, automatically reserved for thirty minutes to the winner of the contest; the guy who could actually fool me into thinking he was someone else.
Only that never happened.
By the time the blindfold came off, I was throbbing with the need to come. The guys were even more desperate to get their rocks off, standing around me with three iron-like spikes pointed straight at my naked body.
“We all win?” I suggested, squinting at the sudden lack of darkness.
Roman shook his head and laughed. Zane’s hands were already on my body, cupping my ass and squeezing with urgency.
“Works for us,” smirked Erik.
It had been nearly twelve months now. One long, blissful year. I found it almost unbelievable that I’d come here last fall with nothing, and built up what I had today. A home. A business. A loving family, because when it came down to it, we really couldn’t be called anything else.
God, it all seemed like a lifetime ago.
They opened the double doors, and ushered me eagerly into the master bedroom. Candles had been lit in advance. The bed was strewn with the softest comforter and fluffiest pillows, that would feel absolutely perfect beneath my naked skin.
I knew, because I was the one who’d picked them out.
“So who goes first?” I heard Zane ask.
“You all do,” I murmured, crossing the distance to the bed. “I want all three of you… at the same time.”
I climbed up on all fours, my backside to them. Sighing happily, I lowered my face to the nearest pillow and wriggled my ass back and forth enticingly.
“I don’t care who goes where,” I smiled back over my shoulder. “But please… help a girl out?”
One by one they approached, getting into position. They knew exactly what I wanted. We’d discovered it only a few weeks after moving in, when I admitted to them, one very tipsy, extremely horny night.
Zane took me with a swelteringly hot kiss, sliding beneath me as I sank down on his cock. I bounced up and down on it a few times, to get used to its girth. When I was satisfied, I felt Erik’s hands go to my hips. They slid gently downward as I kept fucking his friend, finally settling on either side of my ass.
“Go slow…” I warned needlessly.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” I chuckled, enjoying the echoes of our past “I’ll tell you what. Start calling me Savannah and I’ll start calling you…”
“One of your three gorgeous boyfriends,” Erik answered, guiding himself home. “More specifically, the one going right up your hot little ass.”
Spreading one hand on my back he pushed me gently forward, slipping into my already-full pussy with a shuddering groan. A minute later he was fucking me right alongside Zane, the two of them occupying that same gloriously drenched space. Stretching me wonderfully with both their cocks, until my eyes crossed with pleasure.
HOLY.
FUCK.
We’d done this so many times by now. But no matter how many times they doubled up on me, every thrust felt just as good as the first.
“Baby…”
I opened my eyes, and Roman was kissing me. He kissed me over and over, our tongues dueling, until he replaced his hot mouth with the head of his smooth, beautiful cock.
And then he was sliding inside, well down my throat. Slowly fucking my face, just as the others were taking my pussy for their own pleasure.
This is unreal.
Unreal didn’t even begin to describe it. But it was happening. And it was during these times — when they were all inside me at once — where I felt the most connected to them. Shared in such an incredibly, ridiculously hot way, that only the four of us could ever know about.
“Ready?” asked Erik.
I was only half listening, and reluctant to answer. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted it to go on forever.
But I also wanted something else.
“Mmm-hmm..” I moaned around Roman’s cock. I nodded vaguely. Concentrated on the feel of the three men who were inside me, exploring the plunging depths of our raw intimacy.
“Go slow,” I said again.
“Yes ma’am,” Erik answered.
He withdrew slowly and shifted forward again, this time pushing his honey-coated cock right up against my nether-entrance. I relaxed by body. Took him inside me, inch by inch, as the others held perfectly stock still.
Ohhhhhhhh…
It was so tight. But oh so crazy fucking good, too.
“The eagle has landed,” Erik quipped, when he was all the way in. The joke was a new one. He’d made a few of them before, but this one really got Roman and Zane laughing.
“My God, I can feel you all laughing inside me,” I said, freezing my body for the moment.
“Is it a good feeling or a bad one?” asked Zane.
“Not sure yet,” I said, still suspended between them. “Try laughing again, and I’ll tell you if it makes me come.”
I was joking of course, but they took the challenge to make me come seriously enough. They always had. With the exception of the occasional grab-and-go quickie, my lovers were relentlessly unselfish. They generally put my needs first, and these days, my needs were many.
“Oohhh…”
I stroked Roman against my cheek as I rocked forward and back, sandwiched gently between them. They took their time. The rhythm we were looking for didn’t usually come right away, but when it did, things accelerated quickly.
“Welcome home,” Roman smiled down at me.
I grinned and kissed the head of his cock. “Don’t come early,” I said nodding over my shoulder. “You’re next.”
“Oh I’m not gonna let them have all the fun,” he said, hands on his hips.
“We got first shower though,” I winked. “You and me. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I licked him up and down, thinking about how much his life had changed as well. Roman had finished his business degree, as promised. Only now was enrolled in art school. Working on two different graphic novels of his own, while interning for an online comic outlet that catered to people exactly like him.
Living together, we were well off enough to allow him to pursue his dreams. Which was one of the more amazing parts about being a foursome: always being there to support one another.
“God this is always so ridiculously tight,” Zane growled from beneath me.
“You complaining?” I asked, amused.
“No fucking way.”
“Good.”
“I might be making an excuse though,” he added. “For my early… exit.”
Grinning like a devil, I lowered my head until we were face to face. My hair tickled both sides of his cheeks.
“Are you saying you wanna come baby?”
“Want to? No,” Zane breathed. “Going to?” His lust-fueled expression was strained. “Well, that’s another story.”
I bore down on him harder, even as Erik pumped me from behind. At the bottom of every thrust I started rolling my hips.
“Hey, now that’s not fair…”
I laughed, and my laughter felt good. I kept on doing it. Fucking, pumping, sucking… doing my best to bring him off. I figured I’d teased them all long enough. Besides, having one or more of my lovers erupt inside me was one of the things that generally pushed me over the edge.
“There are still places in the house we haven’t done it yet,” Zane warned. “You know that right?”
“I know,” I smiled.
“I mean the garage, for one. And there’s always the shower—”
“The shower’s already been spoken for,” said Roman, matter of factly. “Now if you’re going to shoot, shoot already. Because as good as this mouth feels,” he said, stroking my chin as I continued blowing him, “I’m dying to get in there next.”
A beautiful new house. Three incredible, loving boyfriends. And if I had my way… three future husbands, so we could take care of each other forever.
Because oh yeah, we’d had that conversation too.
I let go of everything, clearing my mind. Letting my body tell the story of my inevitable, upcoming climax, which was shaping up to be the mother of all orgasms.
I had freedom. I had love. But I had two other things I’d never had before:
A family.
And a future.
“I love you,” I whispered to no one in particular, over and over like a mantra. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
My hips rolled. My body went rigid, squeezing them tight.
MY GOD I fucking love you…
My eyes screwed shut. Everything inside me seemed to implode temporarily and then rush immediately outward, exploding in wave after wave of white hot euphoria.
I love them, I thought finally, as my orgasm swept over me. Instinct took over.
I—
My last thought faded into a smile, as my climax obliterated everything else.
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